fingering the napkin

fingering the napkin

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

fingering the napkin

 

 

you can spill grief like coffee

and have instant burns to the heart

while someone else adds sugar

and drinks the rest of you

 

then asks for a second cup----

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/6/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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I'm a tea and hot cocoa person myself, although there is something about coffee that just sounds poetic. I know this poem can be interpreted in multiple ways, but I take it to mean that someone might sweeten up your pain and love you enough to choose you again and again (asking for a second cup of you!). So instead of being bitter with grief, remember that there will always be people who would know just how to cherish you the right way. :))

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

love your interpretation Moon's...and like you I am a cocoa person...don't drink coffee...but cocoa .. read more
'you can spill grief like coffee'

What a great opening line. A fabulous little poem and that final line, sure adds salt to the wound.

Can't stand coffee. Far too bitter for me. It leaves an after taste.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I can't stand Coffee either...had one sip in my life...but it pours well for poetry, seems.
t.. read more
you are a master at these small vignettes of Life, j. and you encompass so much in your sparse words, clever writing once again, enjoyed this,

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, gram,
j.
That napkin in your hand, or the memory of it, is like a white flag of truce that's been thrown in the mud. But on the plus side, at least the sugar wasn't in to begin with Jacob, as we all know sugar in hot coffee is what welders use when they run out of... Eh, weldy stuff?
Ps... Please let E know he has my sympathies. I too have done the ouchie dance down the stairs. I never have learned to use a tray.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I will let E. know...and thank God I hate coffee and don't drink it....I am not a welder by any mean.. read more
Coffee, bitterly pungent when ground but becomes as sweet as per your choice of sugar and milk. So is life. You need to know how much sugar to add.
I admire your poetry, and its striking brevity. Wonderful!!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, you do need to know that..thanks so much for your visit and words, Ayesha.
j.
Beautifully penned j .
Kind regards Katrina

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Katrina,
j.
:{ sometimes gets hard to excuse one's self from the table ... Coffee Houses hold an allure that's hard to resist ... i get this picture of Venus and Aphrodite walking around re-filling cups whether wanted or not ;) sometimes my hands shake .. and my coffee spills ..especially walking downstairs .. it burns .. and i can't get relief until i am all the way down and can set it on a table ... wanting for a napkin ... imagination, setting scenes and characters easy to pluck from me noodle .. well done .. so few lines ... nice work!
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

it's hard to write on saturated napkins...i have tried.
thank you for your words, E,
j.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Week Ago

ahahahaha yep! i believe inspirations that can't be writtne down at the moment .. then lost .. go to.. read more
I think Its great to be so wanted and partaken of after what seems like an eon of being unwanted and put aside like a tasteless gruel.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your hopeful words, Peston,
j.
Pestonjee

1 Week Ago

It was a pleasure sir .
The grief spilling in us is not always a bad thing. Someone may be drawn to us. Ask for a second helping. Loved it.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

that is so true, Dhara...so true.
Thank you,
j.
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

1 Week Ago

Welcome always, dear friend.
Has that painful sound of one who has been dumped for another, who has grabbed the ball and is running with it. Been there.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

and I am still running....
thank you for understanding, John,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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